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Mikhail extended his hand and clasped Green's wrist.
"You can say that again" He muttered. "At least we're not seen as totally expendable" He added sarcastically as he pulled Green to his feet.
How do we restrain a goat now it's down? Do its dreams manifest as telekinetic attacks? Are there other death dealing farm animals on the loose. So many questions haha.
Oh my god I know, I was praying that the specialist syndrome wouldn't take over. Although a true specialist could be quite useful. Thanks for the support guys!
It was a stiflingly hot day in York Shin. The clamour of the docks and thick engine smog hung heavy in the summer air. The expedition was scheduled to leave from this sky dock in York Shin, today, in precisely twenty minutes and thirty-seven seconds. Lev always kept a close eye on the time. The hustle and bustle of York Shin all year round made it the perfect place to launch the expedition from. The members were meant to meet here in front of their airship, and the heady heights were only serving to exacerbate Lev's usually excitable state of mind. He had already examined, and sketched, every detail of this airship. It was a recent model, but not so new as to draw attention. The Undercarriage was a sturdy silver construct riddled with windows. The large balloon which it was affixed to displayed a the distinctive patterning and wide tooth-filled mouth of a Killer whale. There was no weaponry visible from the outside, after all it wasn't a military vehicle, however the balloon did have slabs of metal affixed to it by thick wires.

Lev would be easy to find if you were looking for him, and would probably be conspicuous if he where anywhere else but York Shin. Among the exotic people and products changing hands up here the tall, muscular man, with what looked like white surgeons scrubs clinging to his form barely drew a glance. Even up here, towering far above the crowded streets, money was changing hands, people were trying to make money. It was incessant, why did everyone associate money with happiness? Lev did not have too much time to get philosophical as the en he had been keeping up had finally picked something significant up. Ascending the long spiralling stair case, walking along the wide cat walks came one of the members. As she came into eyesight Lev immediately recognised her. She was small with dark skin and black hair, which cascaded from underneath a tightly tied bandana. Despite the hot weather she was clad ina dark grey bomber jacket, covered in a bewildering variety of patches, seemingly from every corner of the continent, over a denim boiler suit. Her expression melted into a beaming smile when she noticed Lev.

"Hi, my name's Laura Vanetti, I'm the pilot. You must be Lev right? And this must be my new ship, the a.s. Blackfish." Her sing song voice seemed to climb with excitement, Lev could have sworn that she hit a perfect high c when she said blackfish.
"Yes, I'm Lev, nice to meet you." Lev had been here for at least an hour, he hoped the others arrived soon. "Why don't you wait with me out here, the other's should be showing up now." Lev's voice trailed off at the end as he once again expanded his en, wider than before, excitedly searching.
Mikhail breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the goat went down. He was lucky, Greens seemed to have taken the brunt of its wrath. He wasn't very good at keeping attention he guessed.
"Nice shot" said Mikhail, noticing he was breathing heavily "you didn't get too knocked about did you?"
Mikhail naturally assumes others are superior, he kind of has a complex about it haha. Further more, a task force operative is probably better equipped to shoot stuff than a field agent haha.
This is all going down hill very quickly thought Lev as Greens' gun went flying. Lev acted without thinking, letting his combat instincts guide him.
"Catch!" He said, tossing his gun to green and making a dash away from Greens. Hopefully Greens would be able to land the shot before Mikhail had his brain telekinetically imploded by an aggravated goat he was trying to get to focus on him.
I'm still waiting on a couple of character sheets but let's get this show on the road anyway, it'll be good to have people begin posting!
Mikhail grinds his teeth, though is pale face displays no emotion.
"Yes sir!" He says quietly, his gun already clasped in his hands.
First IC post is ready and waiting, so no more applications from people who haven't shown interest I think!
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